In walked a man in the shape of a manHolding a hat-shaped hatHe held up two fingers and said 'how many fingers? "And I said 'Peace man, that's where it's at"I said you are what you do in order toPrevent becoming what you're busy not doingAnd if you do do it trulyThen you arrive at it newlyThen in the end you are absolvedAnd the problem of heaven is solved

And the man broke into a smile,Like he was breaking into a songAnd he was broken and smilingAnd I was singing alongAnd we agreed completely agreetly about most things'til the sun set sweetlyLike it does in those paintingsThe ones they hang in hotel roomsThe ones they bolt to the wallAs though anyone would want to steal them at all

We talked like children without breathing'til I stopped this lady as she was leavingAnd I said 'excuse me,But do you know what time it would beIf we were on mars? 'And she held up her handLike a crossing guard stopping the carsAnd she saidFive in the morning